When I was a child I had this recurring dream of falling. I would close my eyes, drift off to sleep and imagine that I was falling from some undisclosed distance for some undisclosed amount of time.

Because of that dream, coupled with the fact that I am a somewhat tall individual, I always felt that my time was better spent as close to the ground as possible and I just assumed it was better that way. However, all of my preconceived notions related to falling and heights were changed last weekend.

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